Dark dark dark 18+ please don’t read if the thought makes you uncomfy
thinking about the anticipation as you hear his boots stomp down the stairs , knowing it’s both fear and excitement that floods you at his presence
how his wicked smile has turned into your greatest comfort.
how you’ve learned to yearn for the sharp pain of his hand across your skin.
“How’s my little one doin’ down here?” his voice causes chills on your skin.
You try to speak but your voice is hoarse from the screaming and yelling from…you don’t know when that was now. You have no idea what day it is.
He stands his full height above where youre handcuffed to the pole, your arms behind your naked torso, your bottom half barely covered by black panties .
His hand comes to your face and you flinch. He chuckles. He lets his fingers trace your jaw. “look at me,” he demands, gripping you.
You hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed.
“Kiss?” he asks.
You nod, whimper.
“Ask me nicely,” he patronizes.
Your eyes sting with tears of need. “P-please kiss me Sir,” you manage to choke out. You can’t even recognize your voice.
He smiles. “Such good manners. Maybe it’s almost time I let you come upstairs…”
Your heart lurches. Upstairs? He’d let you out?
“but not yet,” he stops your thoughts, his lips connecting with your dry and chapped ones. You savor the taste of cigarettes and gum, swallowing his breath as your own, as he’s trained you to do exactly how he likes.
you don’t remember life before him, and you don’t want it without him
